part 335 summer nights (tell me more tell me more)

[aphanon_meme]

Like did he have a car? Dodo--dodo--dodo... yeah! How is your July going so far, meme? Good? Bad? Okay? Scrumtrulescent? ... Question mark? This is a very rambling post today, I'm sorry, I'm in a tired rush. A tired tired summer rush. Which, in my professional opinion, is the most annoying kind of rush. I prefer a crisp winter rush! But oh well.

Enjoy part 335!

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[unionjackingit]

[ he dodges back behind the tree, jumping.

a second later, he shoots toward the direction he thinks it came from ]

[osmaniac]

[he hears both the shot and the bullet connecting onto something solid nearby]

[looks like England is armed too... he doesn't know how many bullets England has left, so he's got to be careful, even if he's only fired Romano's gun this one]

[clutches the gun in his good hand and aims again. he knows the tree England is hiding behind, but it doesn't sound like he does]

[unionjackingit]

[ England shoots again, aiming in the same direction. then again, only to curse when all the gun does is give a short click. fuck. nothing left already?

he struggles to open America's bag again, looking for rifle she'd also had with her. ]

[osmaniac]

[he hears the faint click]

[if England has more bullets, must be getting ready to reload. so he has no time to waste!]

[rushes away from his cover]

[the moment he sees an opening as he moves past England's tree, he shoots once more]

[unionjackingit]

[ This bullet gets him. His back is turned away from Turkey, digging in his bag for the rifle, and he feels the pain on his leg after the shot is fired.

He swears, swinging the rifle out of the bag and falling on his still sore backside. He aims the rifle at the sound, eyes struggling to see through the dark of the woods, and fires. ]

[osmaniac]

[as he fires the shot, he keeps running to a new cover, but he's surprised to hear that this is not from a gun this time]

[the stronger projectiles hit on a rock, and shards of it hit his wounded hand and he hisses in pain]

[the new pain ticks him off and he shoots, twice, towards the light sparked from the rifle]

[unionjackingit]

[ The bullets hit the tree, just above his head. He winces, ducking, before firing against, several times this time.

Please, let this have more ammo than the shotgun. ]

[osmaniac]

[he thinks that England must be desperate in his pain and limited resources. the continuous rifle fire gives him a clearer knowledge of England's exact position, with glimpses of light and sounds on his side]

[and the second the last shot is fired, hitting his cover, he ventures aside, and shoots to kill]

[unionjackingit]

[ The shots are getting closer. Getting the wood above his head- his bag-

And then the third one gets him in the gut.

He lets out a cry, dropping the rifle and clutching his stomach. He tries, desperately, to move away, to crawl behind the tree, but he's not getting too far. ]

[osmaniac]

[the reason why he's moving fast towards him is to try blocking his access to the rifle, to make sure England doesn't grab it again]

[but he's not shooting, despite how easy it now is with England crawling like that. he can't afford to lose his remaining bullets yet]

[unionjackingit]

[ England can't move to get the rifle again, he knows he can't, but he tries to crawl and grab it, regardless.

He collapses onto his stomach before he gets very far, tears forming in his eyes. He rolls over, onto his back, staring up at the leaves above with grit teeth, clutching his stomach as the blood covers his torso.

This is where it ends, he thinks. He can't get out of this. ]

[osmaniac]

[places his foot on the fallen weapon]

[as he raises his own up, looking down at England. he doesn't know the guy well, not yet, beyond that he's another rival power. but he knows he's someone strong enough to defeat Spain]

[he aims carefully, before driving the heavy object down with all his might directly onto England's skull, ideally to give him instant death]

[unionjackingit]

[ England barely recognises Turkey at first, and it's only seconds before he loses conciousness that he remembers who his assassin even is.

His thoughts are elsewhere, even as he sees what Turkey is going to do. With those that are left, hoping that they're okay- Sealand, Australia, Hong Kong and Japan. He hopes the female America will forgive him, and even the bastard Spain. He hopes, too, that France managed to keep away from this mess after their encounter earlier.

He wants to speak as Turkey raises his weapon, but no words come out of his mouth.

His final thoughts are a blur as he sees the rush of the object coming down at him. Then he sees nothing; his thoughts are nothing. ]

[br_undertaker]

[many hours later this part of the forest has caught on fire along with the rest, and the undertaker is frantically rushing around as he looks for England's body]

Damn-- this is awful! Why the hell is there no fire station on this godforsaken-- ah!

[he has spotted him]

[crouches by his side, puts out the flames that had started to lap at the school uniform's trouser leg and hurriedly lifts him up]

Let's get out of here, England. You did well.